You cry aloud as you stab your dirk
Your rebound makes you look more like a clown.
You scream cheap, as your face is in the dirt,
Your childish antics makes me want to throw up.

You're nine and o, don't you see?
There is no possible way that you can beat me.
It's getting quite tiresome to see you run.
Take your death like a man, you insolent scum.

You've had this coming for quite some time..
But the time is mine, forevermore
Because you'll never be able to settle the score.

There is but one rhyme left to say...
In all your battles, one thing remains:
Timux...you suck

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Mayan, in the year 351 AF.